Special Class, Tang San

The outer academy's opening was expected to be delayed until the following month because registration had been postponed, but the inner academy had officially begun.

In Wang Feng's dormitory, Su Yang sat on his bed, studying a book intently. He was still only a Soul Scholar and could not compare with the inner academy students. He would need to attend the outer academy later, so Wang Feng had told him to study for now.

"Wang Feng, have you heard? Apparently, the inner academy is setting up a special class. The academy's best teachers will teach its students." Another roommate, You Wulong, suddenly came over to Wang Feng's bedside and spoke in a mysterious tone.

Wang Feng glanced at him and said indifferently, "What difference does it make? Isn't it the same no matter who teaches you? What matters is you, isn't it? As for that knowledge, once we reach level forty and become Soul Ancestors, what we've learned won't really matter anymore."

"Wang Feng, you can't think like that! The knowledge might be the same, but a good teacher is definitely different. At the very least, one can save you from taking a lot of detours when you're starting out!"

"That's true. Do you know how to get into the special class?"

"Well..." You Wulong scratched his head. He really hadn't found that out.

Just then, their other roommate, Batuer, returned. Seeing Wang Feng and You Wulong huddled together, he came over too and said with a grin, "What are you talking about? The special class?"

"Yeah! You heard about it too?"

"I just went out to ask about it. Do you know how to get into the special class?"

"Quit wasting words. If you know, spit it out." Wang Feng glared at Batuer. This guy had learned to keep people in suspense. A few days without a beating, and he'd forgotten the pain.

When Batuer first arrived, he had teamed up with You Wulong to try to become the dorm boss, only for Wang Feng to give him a thorough beating. He'd been especially well-behaved ever since.

"Heh heh." Batuer gave a sleazy grin, then sat on Wang Feng's bed and said, "The list of students in the special class is already out."

"It's out!"

Wang Feng and You Wulong were both stunned. They hadn't heard a thing about it!

"Do you know who's on it?" You Wulong asked hurriedly.

"Of course." Batuer mysteriously pulled a list from inside his clothes and handed it to Wang Feng.

Wang Feng took it and looked it over with You Wulong.

"Tang San!"

The first name was Tang San. Wang Feng was startled, but he pressed on and read the rest. Hu Liena and Qian Renxue were both on the list, but he wasn't.

Wang Feng didn't mind that, but he was very surprised to see Tang San on the list.

"Which of you knows this Tang San?" Wang Feng asked, looking at You Wulong and Batuer.

You Wulong shook his head, but Batuer's expression changed slightly. "I do."

"Oh? Tell me, is this guy's Martial Soul Blue Silver Grass?"

"Huh? You know? I thought you didn't!" Batuer looked at Wang Feng speechlessly, a strange expression on his face.

Wang Feng frowned. It seemed to be the same person, but wasn't Blue Silver Grass a Trash Martial Soul? Although he strongly agreed with the Grandmaster's saying that "there are no trash Martial Souls in the world, only trash Soul Masters," that didn't mean it was really true!

Could a blade of grass compare with the Clear Sky Hammer? Never mind a blade of grass-even the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's inherited Martial Soul, couldn't compare with the Clear Sky Hammer.

If the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda's support abilities weren't so heaven-defying, it would be a bona fide Trash Martial Soul! And if the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect didn't have two Titled Douluo to rely on, never mind the Upper Three Sects, they might not even have secured a place among the Lower Four Sects.

Wait, something wasn't right.

Wang Feng suddenly realized something. Tang San's father was Tang Hao, and Tang Hao was from the Clear Sky Sect, whose inherited Martial Soul was the Clear Sky Hammer. How could Tang San's be Blue Silver Grass? Even a mutation couldn't cross species, could it?

Could he have Twin Martial Souls?

Frowning, Wang Feng stared at Batuer and asked, "Why is Tang San on the list? With a Trash Martial Soul like Blue Silver Grass, even if he has Innate Full Soul Power, there's no reason for him to be on the special class list, right?"

"Well... he's very strong," Batuer said with a strange expression.

"Are you asking for another beating?"

"No, no. All right! I'll tell you the truth. Tang San really is strong. Actually, when I first arrived, I was assigned to the same dorm as him. I tried to be the boss, but he beat me." Batuer spoke with some shame. He hadn't wanted to bring it up; it was embarrassing, but he was also afraid Wang Feng would hit him.

"Interesting." Wang Feng smiled faintly, hesitated, then asked, "Didn't the academy explain why these people were chosen for the special class?"

"No, but the academy did establish a Holy Ranking. The top fifty are the fifty students in the special class. They say that if someone challenges a person on the Holy Ranking and wins, they can take that student's place in the special class."

"Is Tang San first on the Holy Ranking?"

"That's right."

"Now that's even more interesting." Wang Feng narrowed his eyes and smiled. "What do you think? If I beat Tang San, wouldn't that be exciting?"

"You're going to challenge Tang San?"

"Really, boss? You're not joking, are you? I think you're definitely strong enough to beat Tang San. Then you'd be a special class student."

You Wulong and Batuer were both very excited, as though they were the ones going to issue the challenge.

"We'll see!" Wang Feng suddenly tossed the list to Batuer and spoke without interest. He hadn't been chosen, and that was that. There was no need to drag down someone who had been chosen. After all, when it came to the advantage of a Martial Soul, probably no one could compare with him.

Besides, he might not even need to go to the special class. His time here was really just a transitional stage until he reached level forty.

Batuer and You Wulong were taken aback, but neither dared say anything.

"Oh, right, Batuer. Since Tang San beat you, why did you come to this dorm? Weren't we told that once students were assigned a dorm, they couldn't switch? Do you have some powerful backing you haven't told us about?"

"No! What backing could I possibly have? It's all because of that damn Tang San!"

Batuer suddenly spoke through clenched teeth, his fists tightly balled and his face angry.

"What happened?"

"It was Tang San. He joined forces with the other three students and asked the dean. I heard that if someone hadn't intervened to keep me here, I'd probably have been kicked out of the Holy Academy already." Batuer's brow furrowed deeply as he spoke, his anger plain on his face.

"He has that kind of influence?"

"He does. Tang San is the dean's disciple."

"The dean's disciple!" Wang Feng suddenly grew interested. Over the past few days, he had learned about the dean, Yu Xiaogang. The man really was the son of Yu Yuanzhen, patriarch of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, but his Martial Soul had undergone a harmful mutation, and he had been unable to stay in the clan and left.

Later, for some unknown reason, his theories had earned the appreciation of Wang Feng's own muddleheaded teacher, and that was how he had gained some fame on the continent.

Wang Feng guessed there was more than a ninety percent chance Tang San had Twin Martial Souls. He was eager to see what Tang San could accomplish under the Grandmaster's instruction.

As for Tang San wanting the Grandmaster to expel Batuer, Wang Feng didn't think much of it. After all, this guy had run into the two of them. If he had run into someone like Su Yang, wouldn't Su Yang have been bullied?

"Tang San, oh, Tang San. Since you've taken the continent's acknowledged master of theory as your teacher, let's see what happens. When I become a Titled Douluo and kill your father, will you be able to protect him?" A trace of coldness flashed in Wang Feng's eyes. For some reason, his temper had suddenly flared.

Perhaps it was because both master and disciple had fathers who bore a grudge against him! He didn't have much hatred for Tang San himself. Everyone had their own opportunities, and if the guy really did have Twin Martial Souls, Wang Feng would be looking forward to it. But their fathers were different. He had never wronged either of them!

Wang Feng chuckled and lay back on his bed without another word. You Wulong and Batuer tactfully returned to their own beds to read.